Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.